Bruno Tonioli Quotes

I don't like my voice. I don't like the way I look. I don't like the way I move. I don't like the way I act. I mean, period. So, you know, I don't like myself.

I don't like myself, and I don't like to be looked at.

I'm hatin' my reflection, I walk around the house tryin' to fight mirrors, I can't stand what I look like

If I were to search for the central core of difficulty in people as I have come to know them, it is that in the great majority of cases they despise themselves, regarding themselves as worthless and unlovable.

I hate myself on the screen. I want to die ... my voice is either too high or too gravelly. I want to dive under the carpet.... I'd love to be tall and willowy ... I'm short.

So many people can tell me, 'You're amazing,' rather, but I don't think it. You know, so, I don't go around thinking this. I'm really hard on myself. I think that's quite good.

No one's busy thinking bad things about you. They're all too busy thinking bad things about themselves.

I don't hate myself, as a general rule. I'd say the best way to describe it is that I have moments of self-loathing at fairly regular intervals.

I don't like my face. I don't like to look at it.

Making ourselves feel ugly is not fun." "We are ugly.

I am not loved. I am not a beautiful soul. I am not a good-natured, giving person. I am not anybody's savior.

I never like the way I look. I don't. I never look at myself.

When I was 16, I filmed an episode of 'Full House' where my family goes to Disney World. I remember putting on baggy overalls just to hide my stomach. When I watched it, I was pretty disappointed and bummed out looking at myself... I didn't feel good about my own body.

I just don't like my face.

I'm never satisfied with the way I look.

I am very harsh on myself. I can point out a list. My nose is very strange. I have a very round face. I sound so ungrateful. Obviously I'm being hard on myself. Whether it's body dysmorphia, or whatever it is, I can always find something wrong.

I am not too keen on my nose, I don't like my knees, I hate my ankles, I am unsure about my behind, I don't like my legs at all. I am not too sure about my chin, my forehead is a bit dodgy. But, overall, I can live with it.

I don't like my physique. Who does?

We have no faith in ourselves. I have never met a woman who, deep down in her core, really believes she has great legs. And if she suspects that she might have great legs, then she's convinced that she has a shrill voice and no neck.

I'm ugly.

I'm always like 'I'm too skinny, I can't gain weight, even when I try.' I'd like to try to not let that get to me.

I didn't think my face was beautiful. I guess I found a lot wrong with it.

I look back at my old school journals, and they're full of self-hatred, full of me condemning myself for not being prettier, richer, more popular.

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

When you look in the mirror and hate what you see, you need addictions to survive.